I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2248 - 1432: Two So’s

Perfectly balanced with five dishes and one soup.

This matches the ideal of one extra beyond the number of people eating.

Avoiding any excess or waste, while ensuring guests never feel overlooked.

Standout is the ginseng and yellow rejuvenation soup handmade by Li Shuru, claiming pride of place at the table's center, its inviting glow and rich fragrance boosting hunger and making mouths water.

Martial Saint finished a bowl without even touching rice first, then kept lavishing praise, craving seconds.

"Sister Shurui, why not quit and become a chef!"

Only joking.

Though she can't match his real sister's famed skills, Sister Shurui stands as a leading businesswoman in East Sea now.

Turning chef would squander her gifts.

"You're still growing, eat more."

Li Shuru beamed with genuine warmth, fooling outsiders into thinking Martial Saint was her blood kin.

They looked every bit the close family.

At first, Martial Saint resented this woman's official girlfriend status, but times shifted for the better, though it left his actual sister Lan Peizhi in an odd spot.

"Sister, you try it too."

Martial Saint knew social graces, proactively dishing out food to consider her feelings, smoothly ladling soup for Li Shuru and Tanki Liuli next.

Such poise and thoughtfulness.

As parents—and rather laid-back ones—they had to show appreciation now.

"It must've been hard raising him like this."

Not just Lan Peizhi; Father Lan and Mother Lan owed thanks too. Back in the village, did this kid ever serve them?

Not hogging the table was his limit.

Turns out, fleeing to East Sea marked a lucky break for Martial Saint and the whole Wu Family.

"People can change, but nature's tough to shift. Martial Saint's always been sensible at heart; he was just too young. Now he's matured."

Li Shuru lifted her porcelain chopsticks elegantly and softly, leaving Martial Saint flushed and sheepish.

Sister Shurui honored him too much, embarrassing the kid.

Truth was, Martial Saint wasn't alone in embarrassment—Lan Peizhi's emotions ran deep too.

Picture it: the brother dismissed as hopeless at home turns into a perfect gem in others' eyes—what would she feel?

"Sister Shurui, don't flatter me so. I was wild before, stressing my sister out. Without her, I'd have gotten jumped and beaten silly in the village countless times."

The boy knew his flaws well.

Think all villagers are honest, meek folk?

They're tougher than city types.

His edge in the wilds went beyond that Tibetan mastiff.

"Miss Lan, isn't that right?"

Li Shuru turned to Lan Peizhi.

Oddly enough.

Lan Peizhi smiled brightly, anything but shy.

Martial Saint's heart jolted, regret hitting hard.

Darn.

So my sister's swayed by sweet talk?

Of course.

No matter her toughness, she's a woman.

What woman resists kind words?

I was clueless.

If I'd known she melts for this, why hold back when sweet-talking's my strength?

"Sister, I'll never trouble you again."

Spotting the opening, Martial Saint struck with earnest vow, face grave as at an ancestral tomb.

Spot on.

Even Guanyin has limits.

Acting or not, before others, no sister stays stone-hearted against such a dutiful brother.

Can't smack a smiling face—that's wisdom.

"Just don't bother folks."

"How could I? Sister Duanmu packs a punch."

"I didn't hit you."

Duanmu Taoist, munching quietly, refused the false charge, pausing her chopsticks to defend softly before her senior sister.

"You nearly killed me."

Martial Saint seized the chance to air his grudge to sis, brimming with energy.

Li Shuru chuckled uneasily, knowing Tanki Liuli wouldn't clarify fully, so she helped: "One time Martial Saint ditched class, scaled the wall with pals, teacher informed Duanmu, who then dangled Martial Saint from a second-floor rope for a bit..."

Full, straightforward recount.

A precise rundown.

The home must be massive.

In average houses, such discipline lacks the setup.

This mansion's lofty ceilings mean a second-floor drop won't kill, though a slip could break bones.

"I untied him right when I got back."

Li Shuru supplemented.

"Sister Shurui, what time did you return? You overtime'd that day, home after dark."

Martial Saint recalled sharp.

"How long was he hung?"

Lan Peizhi queried evenly.

Li Shuru held back.

Tanki Liuli thought, "Three TV episodes."

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Three TV episodes.

A quirky time gauge.

You can picture it clear.

Back from school, teacher's detailed report in, the stand-in guardian Taoist stayed mum, whipped up dinner routine, they ate as normal.

Post-meal cleanup done, things flipped.

The mild-looking Taoist dug out sturdy nylon rope, trussed Martial Saint helpless as a fledgling, hoisted him aloft.